The love verses that will never be recited to the person they're meant for.

Could you be my Arthur Rimbaud and reinvent my rusty love?
Find me eternity and teach me to be as free as a dove?
And I shall promise you sincerely infinite times and more
That I will love you even when I can't see the sun anymore.
And I'll try my very, very best not to be like Paul Verlaine,
'Cause I vow on the moon and stars to never ever bring you pain.